star hunter

It was early morning when they walked out of the Administration Bureau.

It was still dark, the streets were lonely and empty, the street trees were lined up in twos and threes, and the dim street lamps made people's shadows very long.

Zhong Yun stepped on Su Xian's half shadow with one foot, but felt a little depressed in his heart, wondering how long this man hadn't spoken.

In fact, it didn't take long, after all, they left the Management Bureau for less than 5 minutes, and when he was in the Management Bureau, he talked a lot.

But at that time, all the conversations were business affairs, and private conversations were almost zero.

Zhong Yuncong glanced at his side face, the undulating lines were hidden in the hazy yellow light, he sighed secretly, still unable to bear the 5 minutes of loneliness, he spoke first.

"Hey, let me ask you something."

It shouldn't be an illusion, Zhong Yun, who was always watching his words, keenly noticed that after he made a sound, Su Xian's eyelashes trembled slightly.

Surely it wasn't the wind?

Little boy, pretend I don't know what you're thinking, right?Just wait for me to speak first, right?

Zhong Yuncong raised his eyebrows, then continued.

"Can the information obtained by using supernatural powers be used as evidence?"

After finally opening his mouth, the topic was still official business, Su Xian's brows and eyes darkened a bit, but his face was calm.

"Of course not. After hearing this, people will only say that this is your one-sided story."

Zhong Yuncong originally only wanted to annoy him on purpose, but when he replied, he really got a little anxious: "Aren't those people going to be handed over to the Comprehensive Management Bureau?"

"How is it possible?" Su Xian's face was still calm, "They killed our people? How could they just return them to the Comprehensive Management Bureau?"

Zhong Yuncong was stunned: "The Zongju also said..."

"Do you believe what he says?" Su Xian glanced at him sideways, and his eyes and tone were full of sarcasm, "How can you return the person after falling into his hands? Can Zong Zheng suffer such a big loss?"

Okay, I was tricked by the old stuff again.

Zhong Yun touched the bridge of his nose embarrassingly from the ashamed face of being ridiculed: "Then why didn't you tell me..."

"I said it," Su Xian actually laughed, "Did you listen?"

Zhong Yuncong opened his mouth, wanting to argue something, but finally closed it dejectedly.

What Su Xian said was right, even if Zong Zhengzheng didn't engage in twists and turns, he would still agree.

It's not because of any responsibility or the overall situation. I didn't have time to think so much at that time, but I just felt that I should do this.

He smiled wryly: "So, you are angry about this..."

Su Xian gouged him out: "Which eye of yours saw me angry?"

...I saw it with either eye.

Zhong Yuncong muttered: "Then why don't you talk?"

Su Xian's expression was not very good-looking: "I'm tired, don't you want to say it's okay?"

He continued to mutter: "Then you still have a black face?"

Su Xian's footsteps faltered, and then he gritted his teeth and choked back: "...I'm sorry, my face is born like this."

Zhong Yuncong opened his mouth to laugh, but was stared back when he was halfway laughing.

Then there was silence all the way.

"Ah, there is one more thing," Zhong Yuncong was worried for a long time, and when he was about to go to Taoism, he finally mustered up the courage to say it, "I'm sorry to make you worry so much."

He didn't say promises like "it won't happen next time" because he knew he couldn't.

Su Xian was obviously not moved by his apology, instead of saying a word, he quickened his pace and quickly walked past him.

Zhong Yuncong looked at his back and sighed secretly, why did he feel that it was counterproductive.

When he came to the downstairs of the residence, Su Xian had already gone upstairs for a while, he shrugged, and slowly climbed the stairs by himself.

Climbing up to the third floor where Su Xian's house is located, Zhong Yuncong looked at the closed door with a bit of emotion. In fact, the time spent here in the past few months was pitifully small, but Zhong Yuncong felt sorry for him. This small apartment of less than [-] square meters still has a sense of belonging.

At least in "The Island", it's his only home.

But the embarrassing thing is that he probably won't be able to enter the door at this moment - Su Xian gave him the key, but he has touched it just now, not sure if he didn't bring it or lost it, anyway, he doesn't have it right now.

If anyone with the key doesn't open the door for him, he probably won't be able to get in.

It's fine in normal times, he must have knocked on the door confidently, but isn't he in a cold war right now?Although it was someone's unilateral disregard.

But he still has a little psychological burden.

Zhong Yuncong lingered in front of the door for a long time, finally overwhelmed by the double torment of sleepiness and boredom, he raised his hand and knocked on the door lightly.

This blow was really light, he didn't use much strength, and his voice was pitifully small, separated by the iron gate, he doubted it would be able to pass through.

But to his surprise, the door opened almost immediately, and before he could react, he was pulled in.

"boom!"

The door was closed heavily, and Zhong Yuncong pressed his back against the door panel, looking at the person in front of him dumbfounded.

But apart from the blurry outline, he couldn't see anything clearly, because Su Xian didn't turn on the light, and the room was dark, only the sound of his slow breathing restrainedly echoed in his ears.

"idle?"

Zhong Yuncong called out tentatively, and immediately he heard a soft sigh from the other party, and then his left shoulder sank.

Su Xian rested his chin on his shoulder and said softly, "I'm not angry with you."

Zhong Yun relaxed from the bottom of his heart, and heard him say again: "Even if I want to be angry, I am angry with myself."

He could hear what Su Xian hadn't said afterward—maybe you shouldn't have been dragged into the governance bureau in the first place.

Zhong Yun never said a word, it took him a while to find the other's lips in the darkness.

He slowly leaned over and covered the other's lips. Su Xian quickly responded. For a moment, it seemed that all the touch was taken away by the darkness, leaving only the gentle sucking between the lips and the appropriate wetness.

After the kiss was over, Zhong Yuncong held his face, smiled and shook his head: "Don't talk nonsense, everything is my own decision... Besides, there are some things that cannot be avoided, even if I hide at home every day, Those who should come will still come to the door.”

Su Xian didn't make a sound, but hugged him even harder.

>>>

Ren Jie hesitated for a while before entering the house.

The door was ajar, and it opened with a push. Ren Jie stood in the living room where everything was as before, watching his mother come out of the kitchen.

"I'm back." He Huiqiong's expression and voice were as calm as ever, and the scene in front of him was so familiar that Ren Jie was in a daze, as if the accident between mother and child had never happened.

"Yeah." Ren Jie smiled and walked over quickly, "What's for dinner?"

During the Cold War, Ren Jie was also not feeling well. It was rare that his mother offered to let him go home for dinner. He also hoped to improve the relationship.

"There are braised eggplants and mapo tofu that you like." He Huiqiong also smiled very rarely, and stretched out her hand to open the chair for her son, "But don't eat too much spicy ones, your stomach is not good."

Afterwards, she served Ren Jie with her own hands. The latter felt sorry and wanted to take back the bowl: "Don't be too busy, I'll do it myself."

"It's okay." He Huiqiong gently patted his hand away, "Anyway, there are not many opportunities like this."

Ren Jie was startled: "What do you mean by this?"

His heart sank suddenly, and several conjectures flashed across his mind, no matter which one he was willing to see.

He Huiqiong didn't answer him, and served herself another meal. After sitting down, she said slowly, "It's nothing, it's just that my illness is getting worse, and I plan to go to the hospital later, so naturally I don't have time to take care of your affairs. "

Ren Jie put down the bowl and chopsticks he had just picked up, and looked at his mother in shock: "...what's wrong with you?"

"It seems that she didn't tell you what kind of disease I have." When He Huiqiong mentioned who "she" was, Ren Jie knew it well. He frowned, thinking why Yirou never mentioned it to him. mother's illness.

He Huiqiong picked up a chopstick and put it into his bowl, her expression was still calm: "I have a problem with my lungs, I have been coughing badly recently."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly put down the bowl and chopsticks and turned her back, followed by a coughing sound.

Ren Jie couldn't eat anymore. He walked over to He Huiqiong's back to help her calm down: "How could this happen? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Coughing and wheezing, it took her a while to force herself to speak out: "As you get older, you will always have this and that problem... What's the use of telling you? Can you cure it?"

Ren Jie just wanted to say something, but she stopped her with a sentence: "Besides, your thoughts are all on others. Is it important to you whether your mother is dead or alive?"

His hand stopped in mid-air awkwardly, and he murmured, "I never thought about it that way."

He Huiqiong also seemed to realize that what she said was a bit too much, she sighed, and patted the back of his hand: "Mom said something wrong, let's eat first."

Ren Jie returned to the dining table, but he had no appetite. He stared at He Huiqiong: "What's wrong with you?"

He Huiqiong didn't answer him, and ate by herself: "How did I teach you? You don't talk when you eat, you don't talk when you sleep, you don't understand at such an age?"

Ren Jie saw her posture and knew that she didn't plan to tell him for a while. He was a little annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.

Forget it, ask Yirou later.

After He Huiqiong finished half a bowl of rice, she found that her son hadn't moved her chopsticks. She frowned: "What? The food I cook isn't delicious?"

Ren Jie remained motionless, and He Huiqiong sighed faintly: "You don't want to eat if you don't want to, but mom probably won't have a chance to cook for you in the future..."

Knowing that she did it on purpose, Ren Jie really couldn't hear such words, so he had to pick up the bowl and eat the rice with big mouthfuls.

He Huiqiong's facial expression softened a lot, and she served another bowl of soup for her son: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

Ren Jie's nose was a little sour. From childhood to adulthood, there were rarely such tender moments between mother and child.

He Huiqiong always ate less for dinner, and was sick, so her appetite decreased a lot. She looked at Ren Jie quietly, with a strong emotion in her eyes that couldn't be resolved.

Ren Jie finally finished the dinner and drank another half bowl of soup, then put down the bowl and looked at He Huiqiong: "It's over."

His expression was exactly the same as when he asked her for credit for getting good grades in the exam when he was a child. He Huiqiong couldn't help but smile: "It's been more than 20 years, and I've always been in charge of you. Are you impatient?"

I don't know if he just had a full meal, the blood all rushed to the stomach, and the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, Ren Jie felt a little dizzy.

He blinked vigorously, and smiled: "I lied to you, but it's not as serious as you imagined..."

After saying a word, the feeling of dizziness intensified again, and Ren Jie propped himself on the table, sleepiness struck without warning.

"After all, I still blame my mother, right?" He Huiqiong sighed, "But it doesn't matter, after today, no one will care about you...you can do whatever you want."

His head was heavy, he finally realized something was wrong, he raised his eyelids and glanced at his mother: "What did you eat for me..."

"It doesn't matter if you want to be with that woman." He Huiqiong turned a deaf ear to his questioning, and still talked to herself, "I can't stop it, and I can't stop it..."

"Mom...you..."

"I originally thought that for the last meal tonight, I might as well invite her," He Huiqiong shook her head and laughed, "But after thinking about it, I still don't want to eat at the same table with her, so forget it."

The mother's face became more and more blurred, and finally her vision went black and she disappeared completely.

He Huiqiong stood up, walked to him, hugged her son gently, and said with a bitter smile: "But I still have to hand you over to her."